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" Not a little perplexed by the mysterious object she had seen, Rachel left the room, and, shortly afterwards returned with the materials of a tolerably good supper;—to wit, a couple of cold fowls, a tongue, the best part of a sirloin of beef, a jar of pickles, and two small dishes of pastry. Stars appeared in the periphery of her vision. " And, once more enveloping himself in darkness, he pursued his course. “I ate their mother first. Maybe it’s his loss. ‘Ah, no,’ Gerald uttered at once, lowering his voice and infusing it with all the promise he could command. ‘Didn’t mean it, love.
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